Gift of the Gods

I stand here with you,
On top of the world,
I stand here with you,
Raised from the pits of hell.

Crushed by the evils of this time,
I prayed to the gods for a light,
For a light in the darkness to help me,
To help me escape, the bowels of hell.

The gods did hear my prayer,
Sitting in the heavens they did hark,
They did hear a cry from the pits of hell,
A cry of a pure soul, nearing its death.

To save me from the pit of Blaspheme,
They didn’t send a dim flash of light,
The lords sent you, to save my soul,
To save my soul and awaken my heart.

I remember the day when you saved me,
I lay lifeless in the deepest crater of hell,
Your hands broke through the darkness,
And took me to the peak of this world.

My soul which had neared death,
Was saved by you, a godsend,
Saved in time to live my life,
To experience serenity in your arms.

I had never felt my heart beat so swiftly, so quickly
Before the first time your tender lips had touched mine,
I had never before known true happiness felt from my soul,
Before we held each other’s eyes for countless hours.